Selina’s POV
When the tears finally stopped, when I was just shaking against his chest with nothing left inside me, I pulled back.
Aaron let me go immediately, his hands dropping to his sides.
But he stayed close, watching me with those gray eyes that held too much guilt and too much want.
I wiped my face with shaking hands, probably destroying whatever was left of my makeup. The emerald dress felt too tight suddenly. Everything felt too tight.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.
“No.” My voice was hoarse from crying. “I’m not okay. None of this is okay.”
He nodded, accepting that.
I looked at the way he stood there so still, so controlled, like he was holding himself back from something.
At the tension in his shoulders. At the way his hands were clenched at his sides like he want
